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Undone, he buried his face in her hair and followed.
Chapter Six
Bailey lay on Nash’s bed, under Nash’s body, and tried to remember the last time she’d come that hard.
She couldn’t.
She also couldn’t remember the last time she’d been that mad at somebody who’d made her come that hard.Hate-fucking wasn’t her usual style—if she hated someone, why would she give them the privilege of fucking her?—so being mad and horny at the same time had been a new experience.
And okay, it was hard to argue with the results.And she wasn’t mad anymore, since the orgasm had drained the temper right out of her.Along with her energy and dignity, since she was still spread out under him like a spatchcocked turkey and felt no particular urgency to rectify the situation.
But that was no reason to let him off the hook.
“That,” she declared with as much authority as she could muster, “was a lousy thing to do.”
“Which part was lousy, exactly?”he mumbled into her neck, where he’d face planted after he’d shot her full of jizz.Which, now that he was soft inside her, was starting to dribble out.“The part where you came your brains out?”
“Don’t change the subject.”She wanted to wiggle and flex to increase the rate of ooze, but he’d know what she was doing.
He yawned, rubbing his jaw against her throat.“What was the subject, exactly?”
He hadn’t shaved the beard off yet, and the rough scrape of whiskers against sensitive skin made her want to purr.Trying to focus, she lifted her shoulder to nudge his head.“You fucking me like a Galapagos tortoise just to make a point.”
“You liked it.”
“I did not.”
“Did, too,” he argued and yawned again.“Your pussy is still twitching.”
He was right, dammit, but she didn’t have to admit it.“Don’t you fell asleep on me.”
“Ten minutes,” he mumbled.“Twenty, tops.”
“Forget it,” she told him and bucked her hips to drive the point home.His penis slipped out of her, followed by a warm flood of sticky, goopy jizz.
He chuckled and lifted his head to look at her with smug, sleepy eyes.“I wondered how long it would take you.”
“Shut up.”Ignoring the delightful ooze between her thighs—it had been solongsince she’d felt comfortable enough with a lover to forego condoms, and she’d missed that slow, slick trickle—she narrowed her eyes at him.“Can you get off me?”
“I could,” he said easily.“I’m pretty comfortable, though.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not,” she said, lying without hesitation.Having him nestled on top of her, her pussy dripping from him, was bringing on feelings like contentment and affection, and while most of that was no doubt due to the truly spectacular orgasm, a wise woman didn’t push her luck.So she raised an eyebrow and tried to project annoyance through the post-orgasmic bliss.“Do you mind?”
“A little,” he said, the dimple popping in his cheek and his eyes twinkling, but he let go of her hands and eased off her to rest on his haunches between her knees.His gaze traveled leisurely down her body, lingering on her breasts and belly before finally landing between her splayed thighs, and the lazy twinkle warmed.
He reached out a hand, swooped one finger through the fluid pooling between her labia, and lifted it between them.“Baby,” he drawled, “you’re a mess.”
“You’re the one who came like a firehose,” she reminded him and told herself it was impossible to want him again this soon.
“You’re welcome.”He turned his hand, watching his finger shimmer and drip in the light, then held it out.“Want?”
More than she wanted her next breath, but she shook her head.
“Huh.I guess some things do change.”Watching her, he lowered his hand to her stomach.She held her breath while he wiped his finger clean on her belly, letting it out slowly when his hand dropped away.
“Did you just paint your initials on my belly in come?”
He grinned and climbed off the bed.“Don’t worry, it’ll wash off.”He stretched, reaching his arms up, and let out a satisfied grunt.“God, I feel good.”
